Everything, but Butt

It was a reasonable request. After all, he loved me very much ... nor was it the first time with him ... and I have grown to realize, no matter how much a man should love a woman or how pretty she is to him, a man grows a need for a newness in his sex life, and I had endeavored to keep our sex life as exciting as possible. Still, it took me by surprise when the conversation turned to take me anally.

For a long time, it worked out naturally for him that the mere existence of our incestual love making proved enough to keep his heart beating faster and his breath shorter. The same was true for me, I suppose. Whether it was petting while watching TV, giving me a bath, letting him watch me shave, mutual masturbation, peeing in the shower together, teaching him how to insert my period-piece, or simply watching each other dress or undress ... just simple things ... I know our hearts raced each time.

Anal intercourse was nothing new to me, but I was surprised none-the-less that he suggested it. I simply can just live without it. Had tried it a couple of times before, not counting the numerous incidences of using a dildo or a smooth end of a hair brush in self-play, but never with him. To me, it was awkward at best, knowing a cock would enter me in an area that I simply had never even considered in any of my early girlhood fantasies.

When it is performed, and in particular the first time with someone new, there is always an odd feeling that encapsulates me. It is not easy to purposefully show an area that I always deemed private. In my previous anal violations, I eventually assumed the position of doggie-style which is a bit vulnerable and degrading in-and-of itself.

(In an exchange of conversation that I will simply paraphrase here in an effort to assist this story along due to my weakness of the English, I told him that being taken anally does not produce any of the pleasure of vaginal intercourse. There does exist a pleasure at the point of my approaching cum as it makes my whole butt feel good being stimulated when I reach my epiphanies. But, it does not ever produce that pleasure that a penis stroking my vaginal wall produces.

The cock never ever rubs my clit. There is a pleasure in knowing a man is enjoying himself. There is that much. However, it builds in me none of the fantasy of "I am going to have your baby" at anytime even when a cum-throw is eminent or when it warms my anal cavity. Just like in a blow job or facial, the sperm receives a disservice.)

My panty still loitered about my hips as I had earlier dropped my skirt and snaked out of my blouse and bra as he gently coupled my chest ornaments and toyed with my titties ... my nipples standing erect provided Daddy ample evidence that I had no need for him to stop. He loved titties of all sizes and that was a bonus for me as I could not compete with the size of mamma. His big strong arms surrounded me as I lay on the bed cradled with my back to his chest as his fingers would sometimes wonder to just beneath the elastic in my panty. I could have continued in this state indefinitely, but I awaited his cue for me to lose them. His long arms reached for and rubbed my thighs as my 110 pounds rested on his stomach. My labia were still holding most of my moisture intact, but I could feel them beginning to lose their purpose.

Bringing his hands up again, he reached under my panty and traveled up my shaved pubic mound. The fingers of his left hand parted my pussy lips while simultaneously his right hand found my clit. I've a small clit, but he found it easy enough and buttered it up with the flow that now cascaded from my parted pink. I lifted my butt up a bit and began to pull my panty down myself. He paused for just a moment so I could get around his hands, then he settled back to continued circling my clit, my panty halting its departure about my ankle. "Daddy, I could cum like this," I whispered. I began to buck a bit pushing my pussy towards his hands proving to him I was close.

He stopped his circling and brought his right hand to his mouth and lollipoped my vaginal secretions into his mouth. He removed his fingers from his mouth and while offering me the chance to lick it too, he whispered, "Bring that little thing of yours and sit on my face."

As I was adjusting position, he reached over to the nightstand taking a bit of petroleum jelly then proceeded to grease his cock. He pillowed up his head and I dropped those same 100 pounds-plus on him pussy first. If he said anything at all, it was all garbled as I moved my pussy up-and-down his mouth and face. My clit found his nose and I used it in lieu of his fingers in an effort to reach orgasm. He wrestled to breathe with his mouth as his nose was clearly dominated by the folds of my pussy.

I turned around as I knew he would be jerking. I love to watch a man jerk himself. He knew this allowing me front-row seat to his show time. Such strong hands squeezing so hard. It always looks like it has to hurt. He had never cummed on my back before, but at this rate, it was going to serve him as the perfect jack-rag.

With his left hand, he reached for my anal star. I could not actually feel the petroleum jelly, and my butt opened easily enough, as he had greased one of his fingers as well with that same jelly stolen from around his cock. I did not want to hear any comparison between mom and I, but when his finger entered, butt-knuckle deep he said, "Oh Elaina, you are sooooooo tight." Well, I knew just what he meant.

"'Tight' means it hurts Daddy. Tight means that's far enough." I chose to say rather than, "Ouch!! Stop it Daddy!" And he did ... stop that is.

Grabbing my hips and pulling me back a bit so he could see my face he said, "It's just that I am so use to..."

"That's enough said about what you are used to!! ..." I stopped his remaining words cold ... not wanting to hear about mama's butt-fucks!

"Here Daddy, let's try this." I got him to lie flat on the bed and sat on his face turning around occasionally to steal looks at his cock that his hands automatically returned to jerking during our repositioning. "Just lick my ass with your tongue. I would enjoy that. Can you be little ass-wipe?... Please?"

I blanketed his face with my ass-crack moving it back and forth. He reopened his mouth so he could breathe as his nose was often encased with butt flesh. I looked down as he ate me. A momentary silly thought of how rude it is to let someone see you chew your food fleeted away. His left hand returned to my butt and again found my sphincter and again began to enter. "OK, Daddy, but please, take it slow and shallow," I pleaded.

A mixture of vaginal moisture, petroleum jelly, his saliva had combined with whatever poop-soup he received coming from my ass, harbingered my cum. "I'm gonna' cum Daddy. Don't you dare stop whatever you are doing done there. Just stay at the door. Don't need nooo further. Yesss, circle, circle, circle."

I began to gently buck. He kept his finger still and with each return of my buck, I felt it reenter my rectum just at the door and a bit beyond. "Like that. Oh, just like that. There now, Daddy. Just at the door. No further". My cum was inevitable and just how to explain how my whole butt felt is impossible. It was like cumming at two pussies at the same time.

Of course, all further thoughts ended as I strained to enjoy my cum. It is only in hindsight that I can explain that I knew a multiple cumming was on its way. I remember once in the Arctic Circle watching huge slabs of ice fall during the spring. The sound is so deafening and the splash as it hits the water is so high. As the ice cascades down it loosens even more ice and another landslide is born. That's something how I felt. Each of my orgasms giving birth to another then another and my screams replaced the thunder of the ice as it broke.

As each cum came forth, I could feel the hint of another one arising. I lost all my senses and cannot even recall his cum hitting my back although I do remember it tickling me a bit as it slid down.

I honestly cannot tell you how many times I reached my cum. Funny how things slip from your memory as easily as slipping out of one's bra and blouse.

Perhaps four, but that is just a guess.

Still, to this day, we have not engaged in anal sex, except for that same finger play. Maybe someday I will surrender.

Maybe I am a tease ... maybe I just think it is just odd to have Daddy in my ass. I just don't know ... perhaps never will. I do know so far that I have given him everything he has asked for ... well that is ...

Everything, but butt.